Revolving door

A game of cat and mouse we play

Yet- you won't admit it, to this day

I flirt with you, then you flirt with me

Again you deny , when I clearly see

The smiles that form, a very thin line

I see your eyes, when they circle mine

A hunger that can never be fully fed

Of another you are destine to wed

Until tomorrow, when we meet once more

I sit and I wait, at the revolving door

The End

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